To enter one, to abolish flesh, to create— it is to satisfy a craving, it is to nurture the world What dear kind world would that ever be? That it is held beyond humanity, above goodlihood— passion is a test of perseverance To match colours which have always been and always will be, the soul is closest when it dies Repeatedly, over and over to love the hands who fulfil it more than it loves itself It is to be dark, *****, naked, dying for the colours one sees So, let us die, let us be reborn In love In death In sickness so depraved Lash unto my very being, please oh please do not behave Would it be more enjoyable in silence or to die in colours together? Lash unto my very soul, let us be reborn Could one ever be another, could one ever see another? To truly be one is to relish the desire; deny it; act it; fight it; love it Dance on top of creation in heaven as well as in hell In love In death In sickness, all I well To enter into one To be one To be Colours.